"Sophieeee!" I heard someone scream.
I awake from my amazing dreams and tumbled off the bed, still wrapped in my blankets. My door opened, and I could hear Maddie laughing as the lights flipped on.
"Fall out of bed again?" She joked.
"Shut up," I mumbled, "now help me, I'm stuck!"
I tried to get out of my blankets, but I couldn't. I was wrapped like a little caterpillar in a cocoon.
"You over slept, Mason's here."
"What?!"
"Calm down, doll. I'll send him in." She smirked.
"Wait--" But she left the room.
Mason appeared in the door way seconds later.
"Hi," He mumbled, trying not to laugh hysterically.
"Hi, Mase. Can you help me?"
"You're stuck?"
"Yeah," I whispered, embaressed.
"Like, really, really stuck?"
"Yes."
"Alright then," Mason started laughing hysterically at me, wrapped in a bundle on the floor.
He sat on the floor next to me, and right when I thought he was going to help me, he wrapped his fingers around my sides, squeezing, tickling, and causing me to errupt into a fit of giggles.
"Don't!" I laughed.
"Say please,"
"Please!"
"Hmmm, no." He continued.
I screamed, and Maddie pounded on the door.
"Ew! You're sleeping together!?"
Mason jumped up and untangled me. I ran to the door and swung it open.
"We are not!"
"Kidding," Maddie smirked at me.
I heard Mason trying to hold back a laugh from behind me.
"You look adorable," He burst out laughing.
I looked down at what I was wearing, and realizing I was in the shortest shorts possible, I blushed. And then, I remembered my shirt. I crossed my arms over it quickly.
"You're a princess, huh?"
"My little sister bought us matching pajamas." I mumbled.
"Sorry, kiddo. But, you're not a princess."
"Aw," I pouted, pretending to look dissapointed.
"But, you can be myprincess. You're definetly gorgeous, and nice, and smart. You could easily be a princess."
"You're too cute," I whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Not as cute as you, sexy legs." He winked at me.
"Just face it, I'm hot."
"Yes, you are." He smirked, walking closer to me and burying his head into my neck.
I hugged him back, and we just stood there for a few minutes, hugging each other. He smiled at me when he finally pulled away.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Anytime, babe. Wanna go?"
"What time is it?"
"Almost 1."
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Finding Mr. Wright
RomanceSophie always dreamed of finding that "Mr. Right". You know, the one you find in movies. He'll tell her she's beautiful, and kiss her goodnight. He'll hold her when she cries, and he'll always love her. He'll never hurt her. They'll be together fore...
